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Yo don't ever call yourself a man if you can't keep your composure n***a Straight up, [?] gang for you Uh, back on my shit, fresh off the tour bus Straight back to it Yeah, Lambo Evo press a couple buttons park it right by the speed boat Sipping on some real shit, touchdown Chi town making a real bitch Colored eyes brown skin and you know she real thick 'nother half a million dollars spent but I sleep good Talking big numbers with the bitch while I grip the wood Check it out, all these big facts though she heared me out Heated toilets in the bathroom sending emails out She got a whole situation But ready to risk it all I ain't with the drama When you rеady, just give me a call I know I'm just checking thе mail but got that shit on I'm a little younger than dude but still big grown When the sky so cold (so cold, so cold) They got no love for you, love for you, love for you When the sky so cold (so cold, so cold) They got no love for you, love for you, love for you Yeah, aye aye aye I can talk like this cause I live that Letras de cancionesYou n****s know my background, don't play with it Hothead, short-tempered quick to tote the semi If you foggy in my city, can't be acting timid Might do the mink with the midnight Doors open in the Lamborghini like fisheye N***a this my new trap, vacuum seal my adlibs and then I send them to the track When the sky so cold (so cold, so cold) They got no love for you, love for you, love for you When the sky so cold (so cold, so cold) They got no love for you, love for you, love for you Yeah, aye aye aye From Letras Mania